You only see my progression, but you don't see my reply. You have your floor number, and I have my hand speed. You laugh at me is not in smuggled goods, integrity, I pity you always diving, really sad. You can despise my speed, and I'll prove who it is. Water paste is destined to lonely journey, the road without Tucao and ridicule. But so what, even if the experience of inflation, I also want to rob beautiful! I am the God of water, I bring their own salt!